After 2 weeks my main cashier will be back.
All my Halloween is out and signed.
Christmas toys are out.

The drama never ends at work. Now my main cashier is in the hospital, first they thought pneumonia, now a dx of COPD. Who knows how long she will be out or if she will ever come back. They can't even tell her when she will go home.

Supposed to have some vacation days, not in the cards, gotta work.

After many days and no days off finally a day of rest. I am tired. I think I could sleep all day, but I can't, too much to do. The monster energy drink in the fridge is calling, I am going to need it.

On a bright note, before work yesterday took my NRA handgun course. Now off to the PD to
finish up my paperwork wait for my approval and get myself a revolver. Good stuff, exercising my
right as an American citizen. It's amazing, the **** on the street has a gun, I have to jump through
hoops of fire doused in gasoline to get one, I can wait, no big deal, it's just the point.